Essays and poems about white roses?

When the roses don't bloom, the buds are covered with green coats. A few days later, Bud broke her coat and exposed her petals. The following is what I brought to you for your appreciation.

: white rose

You are my white rose.

I miss your smell, but I can't touch it anymore.

Across the flowers and branches.

But we don't know each other.

You are my white rose.

Blooming in my heart when I was young.

That's your flower.

I have been waiting, but I will not wither in my heart.

White rose, white rose

How can you be so white?

How can you be so loyal?

But it can stay in my heart and never fade.

Then I understood.

The original me .....

Has been quietly fertilizing you. ..

: white rose

White roses in the quiet corner of the garden

Your quiet opening

What is in full bloom is a mass of white.

Sending out a faint fragrance.

There was a sneer at her mouth.

Quietly watching people come and go in this garden.

Not many people stop by your side.

You still drive quietly like this

Straighter and straighter

More and more elegant

Appreciate the thread butterfly made for your white skirt.

White rose

You are a hundred times nobler than the red one.

Because you know.

You don't live in people's praise.

: white rose

When she left, she took away the happiness she had, leaving me with endless thoughts.

Now I am no longer that ignorant teenager.

But my world is dark, and the sun symbolizing love has already set.

You can never turn out your own color in the Rubik's cube of love.

I can never play my own melody in the music of love.

In the ocean of love, I will never find my own star.

The seeds of love always germinate under constant nourishment, and the seeds of China and Russia in My World also germinate and grow under careful cultivation and care.

I can see that it will be a tempting white rose, and I expect it to grow a bud and bloom a white rose that belongs to me. Finally,

I found the little bud hiding under the leaves. Looking at the bulging bud, I remembered her pouting and deliberately coquetry.

A protruding face. Unfortunately, it came quietly, it withered, and the hanging leaves reminded me of her last smile.